Rain fell in the gray sky, and the silent rain fell on the long streets and alleys, chilling Chang'an in early spring. Passers-by took shelter from the rain under the eaves, and after a few sips of rice wine, they complained about the changing weather, but the old shopkeeper who operated the umbrella smiled, just because of this sudden rain, which allowed him to do a lot of business. This is the way the world is, people never expect the future, it seems that the only way to survive is to go with all this.

Maybe Lu Yang wants to thank this rain, the raindrops fell from the hazy sky with coldness, like a goddess scattering flowers, falling on Lu Yang's face and eyes. So that others will not see his tears, the peach forest not far away is washed by the heavy rain, and the petals fall to the ground one after another, so as not to be red and fragrant, washed away with the rain.

He sat on the stone pavement covered with mud and water, letting the icy rain wash over his body, drenching his limbs out of heat. No one expected that the fame he hoped to obtain would end like this.

The rain fell on the long street, and the willows on the embankment were dim. Although there is endless beauty in the world, it is always difficult to distinguish between turbidity. It's worrying.

The heavy rain moistened his eyes, making his vision blurry, and in a trance, he seemed to see Qing Yao holding a paper umbrella and coming to his side, she leaned down and wiped the tears from the corners of Lu Yang's eyes with a plain white handkerchief, he looked around for Qing Yao's figure, but it was just an illusion caused by missing.

Lu Yang suddenly remembered that once when she was talking with Qing Yao about ancient and modern talents, she had said that there were Huaxin in ancient times, and Guan Ning was two wise men. The two once sat and read books together in the city, and sometimes there was a dignitary who rode in a sedan chair in the downtown area. Guan Ning was unmoved, and Hua Xin abandoned the book to watch, and after returning, Guan Ning waved his knife and cut the table in half, saying: I and Jun are so broken, and then they are not fellow travelers. Later, Huaxin became an official all the way, holding a high position and earning a lot of money, while Guan Ning lectured for a living all his life, and he was not noble.

He thought, thought. Got a lot. According to Qing Yao, Guan Ning does not envy the interests of the powerful, but sticks to his heart, is honest and upright, and is a true gentleman. Thinking of this, not only did I let go of my gloomy heart in my heart, but the gentleman was like a mirror, taking integrity as the foundation of his life, and never joining those corrupt and dark people.

"If the teacher knows everything, I firmly believe that you will not feel sorry for me, although Lu Yang has not achieved fame, but as your student, Lu Yang will definitely follow your past teachings and be a person who will not let you down. He muttered to himself.

Lu Yang swept away the haze, got up and walked away, now he has not achieved a trace of fame, but he has an appointment with Qing Yao, waiting for her return in Chang'an, passing through the peach forest, Lu Yang is no longer willing to pay attention to mortal things. If he could go into seclusion with her, cook tea and sweep all day, read books and papers, then he would have no regrets about the journey of his life, he thought.

Before he knew it, he had come to the bank of the moat again, and from a distance, there was a long pavilion winding along the river, and in the rain it was like a pavilion, and he could watch it. Seeing that there is a painter moving the brush, the painting scroll of several feet long is indifferently completed in the color of Danqing, the light boat in the painting floats between the smoke and water pavilions, the rain spreads the lotus rhyme, although the painting ink is indifferently copied and outlined, but it shows the beauty of the ruler.

Now that the beauty is gone, it only adds to the sorrow. But I don't know if the person who is rafting in the painter's painting is still destined to meet. Lu Yang leaned on the vermilion pavilion pillar, looking at the distant moat water, as if he wanted to see through this mighty river and follow the distant figure.

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Qingqiu Mountain, that is where Qingyao grows. The four seasons here are like spring, and the climate is pleasant, which is different from Zhongzhou. As early as ancient times, it was used as the habitat of the demon fox clan, and the ancient fox ancestors guarded their descendants here, and opened up a formation enchantment here, making Qingqiu Mountain a different space wandering outside the Three Realms, and for thousands of years, this enchantment has been guarding the people of Qingqiu.

In the middle of the green hill enchantment, there is a lush mountain range. It is commendable that in the center of the barrier, there is a huge sacred tree, its rhizome is the thickness of a thousand people, and its thick branches fall to the ground, and a smaller tree grows. Because its main tree is so large, it is called the Tree of Life by the fox tribe that inhabits it. Above the canopy of this sacred tree, patches of blue-green light spread down, like an oracle descending, enveloping the mountains of green hills in the distance.

This Tree of Life is the foundation of the Qingqiu Enchantment, it has existed here for hundreds of millions of years, and the aura contained in it is endless, even the strongest magic weapon in the world cannot compare to this miraculous giant tree. The fox clan built houses in the wide tree cavity to survive, bathed in the spiritual power from the tree of life every day, and cultivated to enter the realm for thousands of miles every day. This is unimaginable for the demons in the outside world.

"Patriarch, patriarch, they have already come back from the forbidden god platform!" "The elders who were guarding the forbidden space had already flown over, only to see that at the top of the tree of life, the widest branches were almost full of people, and all the descendants of the fox clan were guarding here. These clansmen, they are all waiting for the return of the best girl in that clan, because her return is the last ray of hope for their ancient fox clan.

"Yao'er...... Finally, are you willing to return to Qingqiu? Great Fox Ancestor God, the rise of our clan is hopeful......"

The old patriarch walked out tremblingly, she is Qing Yao's grandmother, and her only relative, Qing Yao's parents have not obtained the pure blood of the ancestral gods, in the past hundred years, they have all passed away, leaving her to rely on extraordinary cultivation to support, if the fox clan does not have the appearance of the nine-tailed divine fox, she can not control herself to the death of life.

This is normal for all the clansmen of Qingqiu, since the last fox ancestor of the fox clan died in ancient times, the power of the bloodline flowing in their bodies has fallen silent, and only those whose bloodlines are closest to the ancestral gods can have the qualification to become gods. If there is a demon god in the fox clan, then all the sleeping bloodlines of the fox clan in the world will be awakened, and then they will have hope for life.

The forbidden god platform is the entrance to the Qingqiu enchantment, not far from the top of this canopy, far away, the clansmen saw two beautiful women stepping on the void, it was Qing Yao who came back, she and Youlan traveled through the space, and returned to Qingqiu in one day. The crowd cheered in unison, and in the midst of the crowd, their clothes fluttered and landed on the broad trunks of trees.

The patriarch was supported by the clansmen behind him, and his cloudy eyes could no longer see his daughter clearly. She stretched out her shriveled palm, held the staff in one hand, and stroked her cheek with the other, and her wrinkled face was already full of old tears: "My Yao'er, you are back, all these years, my mother has put too much pressure on you and made you suffer." ”

"It's okay mother. Qing Yao smiled, looking at the old man in front of her with some distress. I haven't seen her a lot older for a long time, for the reproduction of Qingqiu, she really tried all her energy, when she was young, she felt that she was strict, always forced herself to cultivate, and she was also very old-fashioned. And when Qing Yao was young, although she longed for the outside world, she didn't listen to her warnings. But in order not to let her down in herself. Still persevered. And now, it's time for her to protect her grandmother.

"Yao'er, this time, Qingqiu will open the array of living beings. All the clansmen will form a formation to protect the Dharma for you, you must persevere, so that all our clansmen in Qingqiu can live and survive in peace. The old man said in a pleading tone, and was about to bow to the ground, Qing Yao hurriedly helped him up, and said, "Mother, you don't have to be like this, I also promised a person to find him alive." How could it be that he could just leave? ”。

At this time, a young girl shook off the adult's hand, ran out, hugged her arm and said in a greasy voice: "Sister Qingyao, you will definitely protect us, so you have to come on, I also want you to take me to see the outside world." ”

She smiled, stretched out her white palm, gently stroked the child's head, and said: "Well, the world is very beautiful, there are many beautiful stories, and there are many kind and friendly people, I will take everyone together to the most beautiful world." ”

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The night is deep, and the breeze and green bamboos in the distant mountains are gently swaying with the full moon. Qing Yao stood alone in the moonlight, looking into the depths of the endless night sky in the distance, as if she had seen through the fireworks in the world. On the other side of the distant night sky, there was a person who tied her, and last night, she and her sweetheart were boating in the clear moonlight and talking at night. And tonight, it will be the ruthless Heavenly Dao, the final verdict on her.

Her eyes were like water, and she looked forward to the stars of the night being overshadowed by the flow of time. She was thinking about the boy who had been in her heart for a long time, whether he was ordinary on the side of the mountains and rivers, singing the green leaves. In the same way, what about missing the Iraqi people who are thousands of miles away?

The hearts of two people seem to be connected together, although they are not in the same place, but their hearts are related to each other. Although the heart is like a river, only each other can understand this affection.

In the middle of the night, the wind suddenly rose, the thunderstorm poured, and on the dark night sky, the stars were faintly lit, and only the long thunder tore the earth and destroyed everything.

The thunder and lightning that swept across the stars were blood-red, with a hint of demonic and scarlet scarlet through the sky, and fell straight down to the earth, making all the birds and beasts in the world lie dormant among the mountains and tremble.

In the face of such a mighty heavenly might, even the most ferocious demon beasts, are afraid to avoid it, I don't know how many years, Qingqiu Mountain has never had such a heavy rain, here is a different space, if there is a wind and rain, there is only a hint of the sky to this land, that is a disaster.

At the same time, on the riverside pavilion, Lu Yang, who was waiting, frowned, looking at the flickering storm outside the long pavilion, and his heart was filled with a trace of unease.

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